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Post by beth on May 23, 2012 22:26:33 GMT -5
outfiiit
Beth looked like shit. She had spent a long time that morning picking out an outfit that would both look good and be comfortable, since she had a doctor's appointment and couldn't go back to sleep after work, but seven hours later, she was significantly less satisfied. Sure, her outfit matched (probably) and her hair was de-frizzed (she hoped), but no amount of makeup could fix her face. Because of the appointment, she'd had to get up an hour earlier [midnight] so that she could prepare everything before she left. She'd showered, dressed, blown out her hair, and slathered makeup on her face all before she'd even gone to her first job.
It didn't matter how much Dior Flawless Skin Extreme Makeup she rubbed into her cheeks or how much eyeliner and mascara she used to move attention to her eyes, she could not hide the dark circles underneath them. Even with all of her efforts, she still looked like a raccoon, something that her sound tech at the radio station was all too happy to point out before she left. She'd thought that time in general would fix everything, but today, that just wasn't the case. She was now sitting in the coffee shop, wearing one of the few work-friendly dresses she owned, looking like a made-up raccoon.
At least she had breakfast now. The bagel she'd scarfed during the show seemed miles away, especially since she'd only been able to eat half of it before her boss walked in to check up on her and spotted it. Apparently, she wasn't supposed to know that there weren't enough listeners to merit a no-eating rule. She'd tried to sneak it periodically throughout, but had eventually given up and given it to the sound tech. Now, she was staring at her spinach florentine sandwich, muffin, and orange juice, debating which coffee drink she wanted when she finished eating. Maybe that would liven up her face a bit.
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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 14, 2012 17:48:18 GMT -5
Will was never really a coffee person. He was already hyped up and buzzing nearly 24/7, and caffeine was really the last thing he ever needed. More of a junk foodie, he also pretty much hated the taste of coffee and preferred overly-flavored beverages paired with breakfast pastries that contained at least two forms of sugar.
Having had a particularly late night of private investigating "bad-assery", Will was too lazy (lazier than usual, that is) to even open a granola bar or pour a bowl of Drake's cereal. This was why he was currently at the local coffee shop, waiting for his peppermint white chocolate mocha and munching on the first of his three chocolate chip banana muffins. Packing a buzz ensured to leave him zooming around for at least the next four hours (with snack breaks, of course), he finally got his cup and was about to head out the door when he spied a familiar frazzled head. He made a beeline for her and plopped down in the chair across from her.
"'Sup Bethanator?" he asked, taking a huge bite of his muffin. He glanced over her breakfast items and swallowed his food before speaking again. "Trying the healthy route, I see. Very admirable. No sugar rush." |
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Post by beth on Jun 15, 2012 1:22:15 GMT -5
Beth tried to perk up when Will arrived, but she couldn't bring her body to want to do anything other than sit glumly. She was already expending energy to bring the spinach florentine wrap to her mouth and then bite it and chew it and there was no way that her body could handle the extra gas it would take to make a new facial expression.
"Hey, Will," she said, leaning over to take a sip of her orange juice through the straw she'd gotten because she knew that she wouldn't want to put her food down to lift her juice glass. "I guess I am. For now." She gave him her srs food look, because she knew [and he probably knew, too] that she was going to end up with something covered in whipped cream to drink when she finished her breakfast. "And I don't get sugar rushes...because I'm not a small child."
She looked at his many muffins. "I see that you're also taking the healthy route. Banana muffins? Excellent choice."
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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 15, 2012 1:26:31 GMT -5
Will took another big bite of his muffin. "I never get sugar rushes either," he shrugged, washing down his food with a large gulp of sugared milk (his "coffee"). "I just like sugar. It tastes better than healthy stuff."
He blinked and looked down at his muffin, then grinned at her. "Oh yeah. Banana and chocolate chips. Lots of them. That's the best part." He offered one to her. "Bite?" |
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Post by beth on Jun 15, 2012 1:57:57 GMT -5
"Oh, no thanks," she said, mouth full of spinach and egg and cheese. She pointed at her wrap, which was now half gone. "I don't want it to confuse my palette." She snorted at the ridiculousness of this statement and then nearly choked on her breakfast.
"What I mean is that I have this apple oatmeal crunch muffin and I don't want anything to get in my way of my enjoyment, like thinking that your muffin is better or something." This was a much more legitimate excuse. Obviously.
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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 19, 2012 15:09:46 GMT -5
Will just blinked. "Why don't you just have a bowl of sludge instead of putting it in muffin form?" he frowned, wrinkling his nose. Will absolutely detested oatmeal, and not for its taste; in his mind, cereal should always be cold and oatmeal had no real food group to fit into. It was unnatural and too weird for his taste.
Finishing off his muffin, he leaned back in his chair. "So. What brings you out into the daylight?" |
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Post by beth on Jun 22, 2012 14:38:03 GMT -5
"Are you talking about the oatmeal?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because I'm pretty sure oatmeal muffins are just called that so that people aren't confused and don't have actual oatmeal in them--just oats."
Since he was eating his muffin, it seemed only natural that she should take a large chomp out of hers and so, when she answered his next question, she had a mouth full of muffin and was covering her mouth with a hand.
"Doctor's appointment before work," she said, voice thick. "What are you doing up?"
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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 22, 2012 17:51:36 GMT -5
Ignoring her previous comment, Will finished his muffin and leaned back in his chair. "Drake has some meeting and then we're probably going to an early lunch. And I have some case to look over. Just another typical day saving the world."
"Speeeeaking of cases," he said, doing his best to look like he had totally just thought of this, "have you heard anything on the missing frathead?" |
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Post by beth on Jun 28, 2012 23:34:04 GMT -5
Beth rolled her eyes. Before Drake had quit, Will had never really asked her about cases. There was no information that she would have that he wouldn't have and then some, so it wasn't like she could bring anything to the table. Now, however, she'd figured this day would come.
"Nope," she said, shaking her head. "No one tells me anything. Oh, except Teddy told me that their sister sorority's holding a candlelight vigil for him." She shrugged. "I think he and Hugo are going. You could go with, I guess."
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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 29, 2012 0:07:42 GMT -5
"Candelight vigil won't do anything," he said, rolling his eyes a bit. "The frat brothers will be there to show their support but they're not that concerned. They still think he's on a bender or something."
Will was quiet for a moment, thinking. While it was true that a candelight vigil would be full of weepy girls looking for comfort, they were too young for him and he didn't like sorority girls anyway. However, being there might give him a chance to get a good glimpse of the reactions of everyone present, especially to see if any were guilty.
"Meet me there at eight?" he said, grinning at Beth again. |
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Post by beth on Jul 2, 2012 21:09:39 GMT -5
"Nah, it's been awhile. They get freaked out when things like that happened. A guy in my dorm disappeared for two days in undergrad and they set off like, a schoolwide search over New York City," she said, stuffing a piece of muffin in her mouth in the midst of her story.
At his question, she shook her head. "No way. I am not going to a frat house. I'm way too old and fat." For once, she wasn't just being self-deprecating--which was unusual for Beth. She knew that frat boys [and sorority girls] were notoriously cruel to people who weren't perfect.
"You can go with Teddy, though. I just won't tell him who he's meeting." She nodded.
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Post by william dane baxter on Jul 3, 2012 10:59:25 GMT -5
"No, you have to come with me," Will insisted. "Teddy will ruin it by being all wistful at the sorority girls and Drake is working late. I need someone to talk to so I can figure out what happened to the missing boy."
He grinned at Beth. "All you need to do is put on a short skirt, pushup bra, and lots of makeup and you'll be just as overdone as the other girls are. You'll blend right in!" |
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